My thoughts are torn in the pages of empty pictures
Now the walls are so mute
Afraid of the typhoon's wrath, Ondoy
My imaginary friend doesn't speak to me
He's haunted by the pitiful sight of muddy streets
Only the eyes of Jesus keep looking back
If only, we could talk
About Ondoys fury
GOD help us - we call, we call
On the weekend --- the Lord of Pardon visits us again
I told you -
Jesus keeps coming back
And then we would share secrets again
And it would be fine.
rosefloresmartinez, http://rfvietnamrose09.blogspot.com
Now the walls are so mute
Afraid of the typhoon's wrath, Ondoy
My imaginary friend doesn't speak to me
He's haunted by the pitiful sight of muddy streets
Only the eyes of Jesus keep looking back
If only, we could talk
About Ondoys fury
GOD help us - we call, we call
On the weekend --- the Lord of Pardon visits us again
I told you -
Jesus keeps coming back
And then we would share secrets again
And it would be fine.
rosefloresmartinez, http://rfvietnamrose09.blogspot.com
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